// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Oh, Astaroth knows intimately the kind of holes Danta would have poked at had he a chance to. It’s why he’d never given anyone here a chance to see such things. “Climb children are just as feral as cannibal children, I will have you know.” He informs him a touch haughtily, before a laugh leaves him after.
Climbing up onto the rock after the Maverick, the butcher completely ignores the snarl he hears for the hug and warmth their bodies radiate from both the movement and the rock they’re currently lounging on. His arms wind around him and he’s half tempted to snap his teeth at him in retaliation for the snarl when the bright blues meet him, stronger now for the red that stains the Maverick’s face. Helplessly, he stares down at Danta, one hand lifting to run along the decorations nestled into the mess of blonde hair, before tracing along a rainbow horn, his finger leaving behind a line of cleanliness among the somewhat opaque hue of red that’s coated it.
“And you got to be frivolous for once.” Astaroth raises a brow down at him as if to see whether or not he did get to enjoy himself. Though, should the butcher assume, he would have to say the Maverick did solely based on how sore his body would be from all of the swimming and tangling and tackling.
Climbing up onto the rock after the Maverick, the butcher completely ignores the snarl he hears for the hug and warmth their bodies radiate from both the movement and the rock they’re currently lounging on. His arms wind around him and he’s half tempted to snap his teeth at him in retaliation for the snarl when the bright blues meet him, stronger now for the red that stains the Maverick’s face. Helplessly, he stares down at Danta, one hand lifting to run along the decorations nestled into the mess of blonde hair, before tracing along a rainbow horn, his finger leaving behind a line of cleanliness among the somewhat opaque hue of red that’s coated it.
“And you got to be frivolous for once.” Astaroth raises a brow down at him as if to see whether or not he did get to enjoy himself. Though, should the butcher assume, he would have to say the Maverick did solely based on how sore his body would be from all of the swimming and tangling and tackling.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
